Respect.

Every now and then for some reason, life just starts feeling emphatically noteworthy. Its almost like it makes me want to do something about the fact that I'm alive, it reminds of the fact that I won't be, for long, and that there's absolutely no better time for me to do something about those things I call my dreams, if I ever I want to do something them, that is.

Hello there, I'm the Earthian.

And I'm not going to lie, it feels amazing, scary, but amazing. Its a gentle reminder that everyday that I spend doing almost next to nothing about what I call my dreams, is a day that I just am not going to even get the opportunity to even say goodbye to. The only thing that this would allow me to bid adieu to is my dreams. And it makes me question  if my dreams really are my dreams when I don't do much about them. And I have come to agree with it, are they really my dreams or am I just kidding myself? Am I just fooling myself and making myself believe that I really am into this grind of making something out of myself? It makes me, not regret about the time I spend not doing, but just subtly wonder if I even have the right to call them my dreams for I don't seem to respect them. And it reminds me that all that I'll ever need is right with me and that if at all I don't feel like I don't have them then its me who's blinded by everything else that my mind gets wavered by.

Dreams are to be respected, because they're worth it. They really are. If you don't know that just yet, they are. I promise.

Love, peace.